A Brand New Thing

After a million years evolution;
A billion trips around the sun;
I sit here with pen in hand;
To write a brand new thing.

A thought, a wish, or something cleaver;
Anything my muse reveals;
My only goal, let it be told;
To write a brand new thing.

Alas my thoughts escape me;
Not a twinge of prose from my muse;
I curse this day! This day set aside
To write a brand new thing.